Eowyn looks over the rest of the lodge, and notes with approval that everything is as she might have ordered it herself: towels, blankets, soap...things kept here in storage have been brought out for use, fresh linens brought and aired, and all made ready. It occurs to her that too much has been done for her brother have managed it only today, and he likely foresaw their intention.
Smiling and shaking her head, Eowyn bestows the saddlebags she and Faramir brought with them, unpacking what clothes and necessities they brought and stowing them appropriately. She also takes the time to wash the day's journey a little from her skin, or at least her hands and face, and to change out of her riding clothes.
None of it takes long, and when she returns downstairs she is wearing a long, warm woolen robe in a creamy color a few shades darker than her hair. "Well, my husband?" she asks, leaning in the doorway. "Have you vanquished the pantry?"
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Date: 2019-08-20 09:51 pm (UTC)Eowyn looks over the rest of the lodge, and notes with approval that everything is as she might have ordered it herself: towels, blankets, soap...things kept here in storage have been brought out for use, fresh linens brought and aired, and all made ready. It occurs to her that too much has been done for her brother have managed it only today, and he likely foresaw their intention.
Smiling and shaking her head, Eowyn bestows the saddlebags she and Faramir brought with them, unpacking what clothes and necessities they brought and stowing them appropriately. She also takes the time to wash the day's journey a little from her skin, or at least her hands and face, and to change out of her riding clothes.
None of it takes long, and when she returns downstairs she is wearing a long, warm woolen robe in a creamy color a few shades darker than her hair. "Well, my husband?" she asks, leaning in the doorway. "Have you vanquished the pantry?"